Holmes Stories

Aspen Watson. There's my name. Nothing special about me... My uncle fought in Afghanistan and is back. I'm always fighting a battle though. It's when I go to stay with him is when things get interesting; I had no idea where it would take me. They can't know what I do to myself.

Melody Hudson. Not only was she an excellent assistant to the worlds only Consulting Detective, but she was one of the only people who knew exactly who he was when he thought no one was around. She was the Melody he couldn't get out of his head. His favorite Melody. Sherlock/OC

Click. Click. Someone's breaking in at 221B Baker Street. Step. Step. They're coming up the stairs. The great detective opens to the door to find the perfect deduction waiting for him. The only question to be asked: Why is Elizabeth Holmes standing in his flat? Elizabeth Holmes, genius in the making. A 17 year old girl who could hack into a system leaving no trace in under 10 minutes, escaped from a lock and key boarding school yet she decides to spend her time with her detective older brother. Why you may ask? Well don't we all get a little bored? The Great Game is a foot and the players are being shuffled but who will win? (Based on the BBC Sherlock episode 'The Great Game' I own no characters only Elizabeth)

The video starts a little shaky, with Y/n L/n grinning into the camera as she walks through 221B Baker Street. "Hey, guys. Welcome to Baker Street. I'm Y/n L/n, and this is our little world of tea, murder boards, questionable life choices, and-" She turns the camera. Sherlock Holmes is on the sofa, eating toast, curls a mess, looking deeply unimpressed. "-the world's only consulting detective, the great Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock looks at the camera, mouth half-full. "Your standards for greatness are worryingly low." Y/n giggles. "See? Charming." "I am occasionally charming," he says, then points his toast at her. "Usually when you deserve it." Y/n's smile softens. "That was almost sweet." "Don't make it strange." She turns the camera back to herself. "Anyway, don't let Sherl scare you off. He looks dramatic, but he remembers tea orders and pretends that isn't affection." "I heard that." "I know." Sherlock sighs, but there's a fond little smile hiding at the corner of his mouth. "She steals my chips, interrupts my experiments, and somehow makes this place less unbearable." Y/n pauses. "Sherl." "What?" "That was sweet." "It was factual." A sudden bubbling noise comes from the kitchen. They both freeze. Y/n turns slowly. "...Sherl?!" Sherlock shot to his feet. "Bugger." Y/n laughs into the camera as he shoots past her. "Okay, got to go. Welcome to Baker Street!" There was a loud clatter in the background. Then Sherlock's voice, offended and distant: "Don't laugh, Y/n/n, that's nitric acid-" The video cut off there.

James Moriarty thought his past was finally buried. A quiet cottage. A beautiful wife. A four-year-old son. A life worth protecting. But some ghosts don't stay dead. When Jake Turner escapes from prison, he has only one name on his mind: James Moriarty. And this time, Jake knows exactly where to hurt him. Lithia Moriarty-Sherlock Holmes' younger sister-will do anything to protect her family. But when a dangerous man from James's past comes hunting, her peaceful life begins to unravel. Because Jake isn't coming for James alone. He's coming for the Moriartys. And when the hunted become the hunted *and* the hunter, everyone has something to lose. Some love stories begin with a kiss. This one begins with a warning.

The week before she is due to marry, Lucy Bennett expects to be worrying about seating charts, last-minute arrangements, and saying "I do." Instead, Lord Viscount Tewkesbury shows up at her door. Years have passed since the boy who once filled her summers drifted out of her life, yet fate has reunited them in Malta as they prepare for their respective weddings. With Sherlock Holmes missing and Enola desperate to find him before it's too late, Tewkesbury turns to the one person he never expected to ask for help:the girl who was once his first love. As the search leads them down a trail of long-buried secrets, old memories resurface, unresolved feelings linger, and the question they've spent years avoiding becomes impossible to ignore. Do people ever truly become strangers?

English version of the fanfic She had vanished ten years ago. Enola Holmes had just discovered the first clue. And this time, she hadn't told anyone she was leaving. Not even him. Avonlea Institute held more than history within its walls: it kept secrets. A name crossed out in the records. A forgotten letter. A date that repeated itself like a warning: 17.10.1876. Enola arrived alone, following a whisper buried in ancient ink. She wasn't sure what she felt about Tewkesbury. She wasn't sure about anything... except that she couldn't ignore what she found underground: a locket marked with the letter H, a sealed door, and a legacy no one wanted to speak of. With the help of Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and other brave souls, she would have to unearth a mystery someone had tried to bury forever. But some secrets don't fade with time. 🔴Está es la versión en inglés del fanfic, si leen en español pueden buscar su versión en español en mi perfil🔴

Central London, Baker Street. Y/n Baxter's life so far could be described as tumultuous. From her top job at Scotland Yard to her history lurking around every corner, and each of the unbelievable cases she takes on along with her two neighours. The enigmatic detective in 221B won't make it any easier. Deadly cases? Easy Mass murderers? No sweat Moriarty? So what? Could sentiments be more dangerous than any of the trio's adventures? Are sentiments always really found on the losing side? #2 in Consultingdetective on 08/08/2024 #5 in BakerStreet on 21/10/2024 #6 in Lestrade on 25/10/2024 #5 in Hudson on 11/04/2025 #2 in Holmes on 14/09/2026 I don't own any of the characters except for Y/n, they belong to the works of Arthur Conan Doyle. However some of the plot and certain characters are created by me and belong to me.

Elanor Rosenberg is not what you'd call a normal girl. Age 32, living on her own, having just graduated a second college with a major in forensic science -- and experience as a mortuary technician -- but resolved to working at a book store to support herself. Until she meets the infamous Sherlock Holmes, and goes down a path that changes her life.

"No shit Sherlock-" Beneath this cold cruel world of dangerous things all around Katlin Holmes never expected there could be more, nor did she ever want to find out but aside from that Katlin Holmes tries to live a normal life. But what's normal without a little chaos? //Klausxoc//

Enol Holmes, a boy who has grown attached to his mother and his best friend. Both of the kids were taught by Eudoria Holmes, a woman fighting for feminism. But one day, on Enols sixteenth birthday the woman goes missing, and is now Enol and Maya job to find.

6 months ago, Sherlock came back from the dead. With Moriarty gone and no new big cases, he's going mad. Probably John too. However, their lives will forever change when 2 new neighbors move into 221C. Sounds familiar? Wrong. This story is not like the others. Ella Estrada and Janelle González are 2 best friends that have known each other since college. After a year of losing her dream job, Ella drags Janelle into a new adventure when a work opportunity appears in London. Mrs. Hudson, her old nanny, offers her a lease at 221C, which compared to other flats, it's a freaking bargain. The questions arise: Will Ella's sarcasm meet Sherlock's sociopath personality? Could John find a new friend to rely on? Can Janelle stand alone between so much craziness even when she doesn't want to? Will Mycroft be able to fight the urge to protect his little brother from more danger? Remember, the game is on. Don't only see... observe. (Note: This story picks up after Season 3, Episode 1. The bombing that they stopped on November 5th was made by a lonely extremist, and did not lead anywhere else. It does not include Mary nor the events with Magnussen).

Charlie Magnussen wasn't your ordinary, run-of-the-mill daughter of a notorious billionaire. She was special. Like her father, her memory was as acute and unfailing as the many languages she spoke. Unlike her father, however, Charlie was on the run. She was being hunted by one of the most dangerous men in the world, and only one Consulting Detective knew how to find her before her stalker did. When Sherlock accepted Mycroft's mission to retrieve the child of his arch-nemesis, he was less than enthusiastic. Anyone with the name Magnussen surely was more trouble than they were worth. But then again, he was bored, and MI6 was so interested in this Charlie person, of course, he needed to know why. But little did even the great Sherlock Holmes know his unrivaled curiosity was about to turn his world upside down. And it was all thanks to a green-eyed, sarcastic little nobody his good sense just couldn't ignore. His good sense and maybe even... his heart? ❤️ ~Sequel to Moriarty's Musician!~

Sherlock Holmes is back from 'exile', as his plane comes back in to land so he can be reunited with John, Mary and their unborn child. But when the child grows up to be 'different' to what people are expecting, will Sherlock solve the case of identity? Or will the truth tear lives apart?

Mr Holmes and Anne seem to be simply incapable of not crossing paths. On the street, at party and get togethers, crime scenes, police station, and even Bart's hospital! Yet sherlock had never heard of her. He was intrigued. Who was this strange woman? Was he stalking him, or was it just a simple coincidence?

Of all the scenarios, about how John would greet him when he got back home, Sherlock had imagined during his two-year "death", this had never crossed his mind. Hadn't their bond been unbreakable, undestroyable, mutual?

They're fake bullets but why do I feel like I'm bleeding out // JP

Emma Watson is the daughter of the highly esteemed Dr. and Mrs. Watson. With Emma's introduction into society, she finds herself amidst a world of love, marriage and a group of eligible suitors of whom her parents will choose a husband. The heart of Miss Watson, however, belongs to a boy of her childhood, a boy with yellow hair, bright as corn. Though the time was scarce of which she spent with the boy, Emma's choice remains unchanged. Daughter of Doctor Watson, Son of the Detective; Sherlock Holmes Fan-Fiction Cover: @DesignsbyEH

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